Finding A Dominator

Dory was a control freak, had always been a control freak, will always be a control freak. The problem with being too much a control freak is that eventually you end up freaking everybody out. Such was the case with Dory. Dory was beautiful. The kind of woman that can make anyone from both sexes look twice. Her curves were the type of curves that one would need a navigator in order to fully find their way around. Many a couples had fought randomly just because the guy, or the girl, looked at her a few seconds too long. Dory was also the type that just drew silent stares. Not even the most cold hearted hoodlum dare hoot at her, not even a wink. Dory always dressed impeccably. Her favorite get up was a really short, tight, mini skirt with a revealing top worn inside a trench coat matched with wicked stilettos and dark, mysterious glasses. She looked so bad even a criminal would think twice. Dory was a creature sent to earth to punish the lusty men, or women, who had gone too far.